I knew Herb as a child, we were cousins.  We never had a lot of time back then to get close and share a real friendship.  Later when we were both adults, he would come to my office at Universal Studios where we would talk.

Now that it is too late, I wish that could meet again and get deeper into a friendship.

All the best, Herb.

Doc Goldstein

Herb used to visit me occasionally when I worked at NBCUniversal.
He was so nice, and I wish that we had become closer.  I guess we are all too busy until it's too late.  i regret that.

I will always remember him. 

Herb, may your memory be for a blessing to your family, love this poem, wanted to share it here...
Remember Me
By Elizabeth Tragash
This poem was written for a yizkor service, but may also be used during a memorial service. When we remember our loved ones, not just at the prescribed times and places, but in a multitude of moments, we inscribe them upon the pages of our memory and, as tradition teaches, they live on in us.

When it is time for me to leave this world, 
don’t think of me beneath the earth.
Instead, think of me when the earth gives life 
to spring’s first flowers,
when summer rain fills the air 
with the rich, sweet scent of earth and grass, leaf and tree.
Remember me when the sky is painted gold and red
at day’s beginning and at day’s end.
     Think of me, remember me, and I will live on in you.
 
When my days are done, 
don’t think of me beneath a marker of stone.
Instead, think of me in those moments when G-d’s grandeur
sweeps across the mountains and the oceans,
when the rare gift of a rainbow unfurls across the sky.
Remember me when you give birth to a new creation,
when you paint a piece of the world in your own colors,
when you give voice to a song, a poem, a prayer.
      Think of me, remember me, and I will live on in you.
 
When I leave this world, weep only for a while,
then think of me when the trees turn, 
when a gentle breeze brushes your cheek and tousles your hair as I once did.                                                            
Think of me when the snow dances in the arms of winter’s trees,
then wrap yourself in a soft, warm blanket and
remember the times I wrapped my arms around you and kept the cold away.
Remember the days we filled with love and laughter. 
Remember the days marred by sorrow and tears.
Think of me, remember all  the seasons we shared, and I will live on in you.
 
When I have left this earth, 
don’t look for me in a silent field of stone.
Come, stand beneath night’s vast sky
as the moon parts the clouds and 

Sadness prevails upon this unfortunate news.  We lost one of the kind souls of water polo.   His endless dedication and contributions to our sport will sincerely be missed.   Herb's dependability to officiating was second to none whether 100 degree days or rain storms, Herb was there.  He started playing polo as a goalie over 60 years ago in high school as the "fearless" defender.  That unique style transferred over to his officiating skills.   He was one of the early NCAA officials who helped the newly organized team at Loyola Marymount with Terry Sayring.   From that point on, he served the officials' association as an administrator, assigner and mentor to all.  Herb was definitely one of a kind.   And we know he is watching over us from a better place.  Our condolences go out to Debbie and Family.   RIP Herb.  Missing you on deck!

I am very saddened to hear that Herb passed away. My condolences go out to the family of Herb. Herb was one-of-a-kind when it came to water polo and refereeing. He had a very unique style of officiating, he was very generous, and I was happy to call him a friend. I will miss him very much and hope he finds peace in the next world. RIP Herb!

My very first year of coaching, Herb and I got into an argument. I was brash and 23 and he was in his first years of reffing. From that start, we developed a relationship that had us both laughing at that initial encounter every time we crossed paths. A wonderful gentleman to us all.

Well I am sad to hear about Herb passing. The two greatest memories that I had with Herb were officiating 17 games straight with him at Servite High in 100 plus degrees and we both were constantly pouring water on our heads to keep cool with no breaks. The second was driving to and from Northern California Junior Olympics with him and Shawn Talbott and the long conversations we had and on the way home them both falling asleep and snoring while I drove the last few hours of the trip. I have many more great times with him and will miss him! 

OBITUARIO

Herbert David Goldstein

1 abril, 1944 – 16 julio, 2020

Harbor Lawn-Mt. Olive Mortuary & Memorial Park

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